GP: I'm taking a break from studying. Here's the first chapter. I don't own any of this but my OC, Ria, who is telling this story in her perspective. Enjoy~ By the way, when it's in italics and has a set of quotation marks (" "), it's Ria and Ferb's twin telepathy.

Authoress' Note: I'm updating to take out foul language that Ibelieve is foul. The story's still rated T...just...because...

I groaned and sat up in the warm covers of my black bed.

"It looks like Phineas and Ferb are up," I mused to myself, "They're singing, too…How cute…Holy crow…Ferb should not sing that high…" I decided to get dressed in my usual gear, a black dress, a white puffy sleeved shirt, long black socks (which connect to my shorts under my dress), and black sleeves which start at my elbows. I wore a black ribbon in my ponytail and one under the flattened collar of my shirt. Knee high combat boots adorned my feet. (Try this link: [h t t p : / / p r o j e c t d i v a . w i k i s p a c e s . c o m / L i s t + o f + M o d u l e s] without all of the spaces and look up "Gothic" and try to tweak it to how I described)

I slid a silver bracelet on my right arm and a black chunky watch on my other and ran out the door. I nearly crashed into Candace on the way out, though. She didn't comment me on my outfit, which was weird, and she was carrying a box of her old pink stuff mumbling something about growing up and Jeremy and Stacy. I shrugged. Whatever. That was pretty normal for Candace…kinda.

I slid down the stair rail; got a cup of iced chocolate mocha (y'know, hot chocolate over ice with a touch of café mocha, which is a mix of chocolate milk and coffee) and waited…and in 5, 4, 3, 2, and…

Ferb slid down the stairs, followed by Perry, followed by Phineas, followed by a crash.

I clapped sarcastically, "A dramatic entrance, right on schedule." I bowed to everyone. "Good morning, Perry, Ferb, Phineas, Mr. Fletcher, and Mrs. Flynn."

Ferb glanced up at me from his position from under Phineas and Perry and said with a small smile, "We try our best, Ria." I gave him a little noogie at that. Phineas was talking about Perry's fifth anniversary and how they got him. I knew exactly how he was adopted. I even knew why…

Soon they all got off my brother and I had to help him up. He took my drink when I had my guard down and I had to chase him a bit to get it back.

"A chocolate to coffee ratio, just like always," he commented as he held the drink high up in the air.

"One, I can't live with Mother without my coffee and two,YOU KNOW THAT I'M BLOODY SHORT! DON'T DO THAT TO ME!" I tried to get the drink, but he kept holding it up.

"2:1?" he said, "No wonder you're short."

"Seriously, you did not just go there…" I growled.

"I think I just did," he replied. I glared at him…and in 5, 4, 3, 2, and…

He sighed and handed the drink back to me, "You win."

"Thanks so much, bro. You have just wasted five minutes of my time."

"Alright, it looks like Ria is up at the bat," Phineas announced. Ferb set a baseball on Perry's tail and rubbed the area behind his ear. The ball was flicked at me by his tail. I silently swung the bat and sent the ball flying.

"That may be the best hit in platypult history!" Phineas cried. Ferb checked the book of platypult history that he stole from my room and gave Phineas a thunbs up. I snatched the book away from him."And the crowd exhales loudly through their mouths! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

"…" I stared at Phineas. 'I still don't get that boy…'

Ferb pulled out what looked like a gun with a baseball mitt on the end. Te baseball twirled a bit in the air before landing perfectly in the glove.

"And Fletcher-" I cut Phineas off.

"Which one?" I shouted at him. He corrected himself.

"And Ferb Fletcher snags a pop fly!" my brother thrust his thumb over his shoulder, "She's out."

"Eh," I tossed the bat to Phineas, "I had to update my fake vacation blog anyway." He caught it and he and Ferb began to play a small game.

The door to our gate flung open and in came a girl named Isabella, "Hey Phineas. Whatcha doin'?"

"Turning Perry's involuntary reflex into a sport," he replied.

"Hi, Perry. Can I try?" She scratched the area behind Perry's ear and the ball flew "out of the park".

"Whoa…Nice shot, Isabella," Phineas commented.

Baljeet and Buford soon walked in with Baljeet holding the ball, "Did someone lose a ball?"

Buford laughed, "Ha, ha. Ball. Get it?"

I glared at him over my laptop, "Not that kind of ball, you Neanderthal."

"Yeah," Phineas said as if he didn't hear us, "We were playing Platypult."

"Oh, I love platypus related sports!" Baljeet exclaimed.

'Good for you,' I thought bitterly.

"Y'know, if we had two Perry-s, we could put up a net and play Platypult Badmin."

"Who's da net?" Buford asked (or at least I'm sure that what he said). Everyone ignored him.

"Ferb, Ria, I know what we're going to do today," Phineas smiled.

"Seriously, who's da net?" Buford asked again. I facepalmed.

(A/N From here on, my spell check failed me. Pardon my spelling and grammer errors.)

"Okay, I think the tail is set. Let's go check with the forman," Phineas announced from the tail.

"Yeah," Isabella said, "except that the fact that he's gone."

"Don't look at me," I said, "I was here with Laptop-y and Drink-y this whole time." I closed my laptop with a snap and finished my drink.

"Did he really slip away? On his anniversary?" Phineas said in a sad tone. We all gathered around him, "Sometimes, I think that Perry has missed all of the cool things that we've done all summer."

"I'm sure Perry has had an exciting summer himself, Phineas," Isabella said.

"True," Phineas agreed, "I guess he can do whatever he wants to. It's his day afterall."

Unknown to everyone (but me), Perry was hidden behind the tree we all gathered around. He chucked a rock over to his right.

"Hey, what's the small noise?" Bajeet asked.

"Let's go walk over to it," Phineas suggested. The group left without me.

Perry, or should I say, Agent P, scurried into the house. We saluted each other as we passed.

"Good luck, agent," I muttered.

"All systems are green. Prepare to launch on my mark...in T minus 30 and counting...29, 28...

(Time skip to 4) "3, 2, 1..." we launched, "SURFACE!"

Perry shot up at the same time as we flew, sending us both off course.

'Oh, damn...that's not good...' I thought as I watched Perry and his (oh wow...is that a new hovercraft?) havercraft wobble away.

Phineas' voice snapped me out of my thoughts, "Ferb, it looks like we're going to hit a building that looks vaguely like your head."

'And that's Doofenshmirtz's building...this is bad...really bad...' I thought as we flew into the apartment and crashed his latest contraption, 'Okay, it's not that bad...but it's still bad.'

Doofenshmirtz ran over, "Okay, what's with the giant shuttlecock?"

"I'm sorry, sir," I said, my acting skills finally showing some use.

"We don't know what happened," Phineas explained, "One minute, we were innocently launching ourselves across the Tri-State Area in a Badmin-Platypult; the next, we're in your deluxe apartment on the east side."

"Well, it looks as if you've foiled my Other-Dimension-inator," Doofenshmirtz said.

"An Other-Dimension-inator? What does it do?" Phineas asked with typical kid curiousity.

"Well, at the moment, it just stops giant shuttlecocks, but it's supposed to let me go into other dimensions."

'Oh, that's so not a good thing.' I thought.

"Oh, that's so cool!" Phineas exclaimed, completely contradicting my thoughts.

'No, no it's not."

"We can help you fix it."

"No, no we won't," I finally spoke, "Y'know, Phineas, it's not polite nor safe to intrude in others people's homes and destroy their...contraptions, and offer to fix them. I say that we apologize and leave." But no, they won't listen to me. They are so flippin' stubbon.

"But Ria," Phineas argued, "We broke it. I think that it's our responsibility to help." I couldn't argue against that without sounding like a bitch or blowing my cover...Stupid stubborn kids. Why so stupid and stubbron!

He then continued, "I'm Phineas and this is my brother Ferb and my sister Ria."

"I'm Doctor Heinz Doofenshmirtz, but my friends call me...Oh...I've gotten in such a funk lately."

"Well, my brother and I are really good with tools and my sister's good with technology.I bet we can put this together in no time."

"Oh, what the heck. I have this whole buffet set up. I was expecting someone...who seems to be running a little late today..."

And with that, we all grabbed something to eat and got to work...kind of.

"Okay...almost done...Fuel compressor attaches to the auxiliary generator...are you sure that this was working before?" Phineas asked after a while.

'Ha, I actually did that...it was fun.' I thought with a grin hidden under my usual mask.

"If you mean working as in functioning properly, then...uh...no," Doofenshmirtz replied.

'Dang...so I didn't so that after all...I thought I did, though...'

"Well, I think I see your problem," Phineas said, "Everything is wired through this self-destruct button here...do you even need that?"

'Again, not my doing.'

"Of course I need-" he thought over the sentence for a bit, "No, come to think of it, I don't need that. You are absolutely right."

"Ferb and Ria have rigged up a remote so that whenever wer get separated from the machine, we can still teleport."

"Nice touch, kids."

"Don't call us "kids", sir," I said, "I would much rather be called a "child" than a "kid". A kid is a baby goat and I prefer to think of myself as a human rather than a goat." They ignored me.

"Guess this is the last piece," Phineas held the last piece of Doofenshmirtz's device in his hands, "Okay, Ferb, boost me up.

At that very moment, Perry burst into the room. Without a sound, I jabbed my thumb at my brothers' direction. They turned.

"Oh, there you are, Perry," Phineas said.

"Perry?" Doofenshmirtz asked. Damn. Did he recognize Perry's name and know his secret?

"Yeah," I said, playing it cool, "He's our pet platypus."

"Are all platypuses named Perry?" Doofenshmirtz inquired.

"In a perfect world, yes," Phineas replied with a smile.

"Oh, well, he's a cute little fellow. Hi there...OW!" I hid yet another grin as Perry leaped up and bit down on Doofenshmirtz's hand.

"Perry, no! We do not bite the elderly!" Phineas cried. I raised an eyebrow. "We"? As in you, me and Perry? I don't bite the elderly!

"HEY, and OW! Most platypuses usually don't like me."

"Platipi," I said.

"What?" Doofenshmirtz was confused.

"I believe the proper plural form for platypus is platipi, although it could go either way. I prefer platipi," I explained, trying to stall.

"Okaayyy..." No comment from him.

"Well, Perry, you are about to see us open a door to another dimension," Phineas announced. He held up the last part. Perry snatched it with his beak and took it under the buffet table. Phineas shouted No-s at him while we ran to get Perry and the part.

Phineas tried to take the part from Perry, "This is not Tug-o-War. This. Is. Not. Tug. Of. War...Silly boy. What has gotten into you?" He finally got the part back from Perry.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road," Doofenshmirtz said.

"Remember, if your cover is blown, you'll never see them again." The voice was familiar and...loud.

"Hey, does anyone hear someone talking?" Doofenshmirtz asked.

"Never see them again." Perry looked down at his watch and slapped a paw over it.

"Okay...this piece goes right in here-" We all turned at the sound of water...and we saw Perry peeing on the couch.

"Perry! No! Not on the sofa! Oh, I'm sorry, Dr. D, We should take him out." Phineas said.

"No, no. It's alright. I was thinking about replacing this old couch anyway," he said, flipping the cushion over, "Okay, now let's light this pop stand or however the saying goes."

I opened my mouth to correct him, but Ferb slapped a hand over my mouth so I decided to stay quiet.

Perry and I shared woried looks...actually...mine were half worried, half annoyed because of the hand over my mouth. I pinched the hand to make him let go of my mouth.

"This...uh...this is weird...I'm usually thwarted at this point...hm...I guess he's not coming..." Doofenshmirtz mused aloud.

'Au contraire' I thought, 'He's standing right under your nose.'

"Now! The mind blowing images from beyond the dimensional reality...appear before me!"

A portal opened and showed the picture of...

GP: …Sorry…I gotta cut this short. Agh…at this rate, this will go on forever…and it's 1:25 am right now and I still have a test tomorrow…and Wednesday…so…yeah…Y'know, I should get back into the habit of writing "Pisces" rather than "GP"…oh, what the heck. Look, I'll have to finish the Thanksgiving and Halloween events for my Beyblade story AFTER October, so ya'll out there hang tight. Pisces, out. PEACE! By the way, I'm just chunking this all into random chapters and typing them up at will. Gomenasai~